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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Magma,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.