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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.