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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.