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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.