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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.