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 Ukraine and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Henry Cow to the jazz 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.