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 Burundi and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.