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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
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.