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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.