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 Croatia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.