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 India and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Beau Brummels to the electroclash 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
AZ,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Index,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.