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 Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Faust,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.