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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.