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 Palau and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.