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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.