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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.