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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.