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 Italy and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.