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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Franke,
Crime,
Wire,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.