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 Philippines and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
June Days,
The Remains,
X-101,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.