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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.