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 Philippines and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.