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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.