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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.