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 Benin and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.