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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.