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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the crunk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.