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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.