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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.