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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.