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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.