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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.