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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gichy Dan to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Scientists,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.