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 France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the disco 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Scion,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.