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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Visage,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.