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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the jazz 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.