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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Monks,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.