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 China and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.