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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
The Index,
CMW,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.