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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.