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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.