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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.