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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.