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 Zambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 The Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Swans,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
10cc,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.