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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.