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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Organ,
Darondo,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.