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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.