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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Index to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Scientists,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.