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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Magma,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.