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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.