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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
X-101,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.