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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.