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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.