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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
CMW,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.