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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lille and Milan.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Television to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.