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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.