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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.