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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.