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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the funk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.