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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 The Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.