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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.