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 Belarus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.