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 Gambia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Names,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.