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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Can,
June Days,
The Motions,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.