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 Costa Rica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the grime 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
The Index,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.