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 Guyana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Charles Mingus 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.