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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.