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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.