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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 T. Rex to the techno 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.