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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.