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 Burkina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.