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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.