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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.