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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Flipper,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.