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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.