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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Vogues 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.