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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Oneida,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Index,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.