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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.