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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
the Association,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.