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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Names to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.