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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.