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 Fiji and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
cv313,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.