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 Chad and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.