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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 marimba 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.