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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.