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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.