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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Move to the funk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.