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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.