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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim 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?
China Crisis,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.