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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Motorama,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.