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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.