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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Zapp,
the Slits,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.