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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.