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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.