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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
the Human League,
Swans,
Unwound,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.