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 Nicaragua 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 10cc to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May 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?
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.