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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.