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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.