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 Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.