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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.