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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.