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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.