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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.