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 Lebanon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.