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 Serbia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s 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 Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.