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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.