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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 The Mojo Men to the rock 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Television,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.