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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.