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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.