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 South Africa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Thompson Twins 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.