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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the grime 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.