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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.