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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.