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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.