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 Somalia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Agitation Free to the techno 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
John Cale,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.