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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.