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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.