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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.