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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Aswad,
The Names,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.