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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.