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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.