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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s 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 FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.