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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Public Enemy to the crunk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.