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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.