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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.