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 Qatar 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.