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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Slave,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.