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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.