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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control 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?
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.