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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.