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 Mauritius and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Cameo to the funk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.