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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.