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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.