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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Index,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.