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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Little Man,
The Names,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.