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 Azerbaijan 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.