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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Pantaleimon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.