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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Carl Craig to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.