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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.