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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
the Germs,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.