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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Index,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.