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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.