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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.