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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Zapp,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.