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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Crime,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.