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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.