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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.