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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.