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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Can,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.