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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.