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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hoover to the disco 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.