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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Audionom to the rock 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.