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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.