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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.