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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 güiro 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
UT,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.