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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Albert Ayler to the dance 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.