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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.