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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.