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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.