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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Philadelphia and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.