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 Latvia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.