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 China and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.