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 Bhutan 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.