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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.