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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.