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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Invisible to the crunk 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.