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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Scion,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.