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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.