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 Korea North and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.