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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
CMW,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.