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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Gong,
Symarip,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.