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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.