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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.