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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Slave 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
The Monks,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.