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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Moody Blues to the punk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Qualms,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.