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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.