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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.