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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
MC5,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.