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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.