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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.