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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.