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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Nico,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.