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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.