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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.