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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Anakelly to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.