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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.