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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.