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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Slave,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.