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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
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 harpsichord 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.