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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.