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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.