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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Eddi Front to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.