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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.