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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the grime 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
The Remains,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.