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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.