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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.