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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the electroclash 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.