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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Organ 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.