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 the UAE and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Skarface,
PIL,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.