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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.