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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.