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 Mali and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.