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 San Marino and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the funk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.