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 Iceland and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.