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 Algeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
X-101,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.