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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.