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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.