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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.