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 Moldova and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 the Normal to the rap 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.