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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.