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 Belize 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 David Axelrod to the punk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.