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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.