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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 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?
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.