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 Taiwan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.