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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.