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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.