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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.