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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.