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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.