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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.