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 Egypt and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.