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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Outsiders to the funk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.