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 Cambodia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.