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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Echospace 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.