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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.