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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Visage,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.