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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.