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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.