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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 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?
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.