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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Move to the rap 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.