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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.