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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Clear Light,
New Order,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.