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 Malawi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.