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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.