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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.