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 Samoa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.