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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.