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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.