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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
JFA,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.