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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flesh Eaters to the techno 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.