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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.