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 France and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 harpsichord 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.