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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.