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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Moleskins 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.