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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.