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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.