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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 MDC to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.