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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.