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 Slovakia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.