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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.