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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.