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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.