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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
The Fall,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.