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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Golliwogs to the techno 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.