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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.