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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Names to the crunk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.