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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.