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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.