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 Palau and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.