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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the disco 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.