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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.