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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.