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 Italy and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.