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 Japan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 mellotron 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 The Mojo Men to the punk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.