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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the grime 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.