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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Slave to the jazz 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Index,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Ludus,
The Move,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.