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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.