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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.