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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Lyres,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.