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 Russia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
The Sound,
The Saints,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.