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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the dance 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
John Holt,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Scion,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.