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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.