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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.