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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.