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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.