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 Australia and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.