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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Technova,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.