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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.