Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.