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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.