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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
MC5,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.