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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.