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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.