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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Q65,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.