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 Zambia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Toasters to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.