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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.