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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kenny Larkin 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.