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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 World's Most to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Monks,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.