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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 The Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
The Gories,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.