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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Average White Band to the grunge 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
UT,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Monolake,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.