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 Norway and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.