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 Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the rap 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.