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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Andrew Hill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.