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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 rhodes 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.