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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.