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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.