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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.