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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.