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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.