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 Italy and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.