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 Andorra and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.