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 Yemen 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 X-102 to the funk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.