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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
PIL,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.