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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.