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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.