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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
MDC,
The Litter,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.