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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.