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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Audionom to the dance 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.