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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.