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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
AZ,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.