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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.