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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.