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 Angola and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Monks,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.