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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Association 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.