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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Pole,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Brick,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.