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 Monaco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.