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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
June Days,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.