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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.