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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Monks,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.