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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band 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?
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.