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 Palau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Can,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.