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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.