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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.