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 Cuba and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 The Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.