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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.