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 Norway and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.