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 Estonia and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
JFA,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.