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 Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Japan,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
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Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
The Litter,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.