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 Brunei and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Fear to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.