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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.