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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.