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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
This Heat,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.