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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
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.