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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.