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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the punk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.