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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 a-ha to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.