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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.