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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.