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 Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the rap 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.