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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the crunk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Index,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.