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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.