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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.