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 Burkina and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
The Evens,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.