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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.