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 Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.