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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.