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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
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.