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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.