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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.