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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.