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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Ludus,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Japan,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.