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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 marimba 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.