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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Magazine,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.