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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.