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 Grenada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.