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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Nas,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.