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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Excepter,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.