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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.