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 Nepal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.