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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Hoover,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.