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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.