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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Copeland to the disco 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.