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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 June Days to the rock 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Mars,
the Human League,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.