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 South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Misunderstood to the techno 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Subhumans,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.