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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the funk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.