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 Kenya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.