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 Grenada 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
CMW,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.