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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.