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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.