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 Armenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Vogues 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.