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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.