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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 harpsichord 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Nas,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.