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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the jazz 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.