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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Ronnie Foster 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.