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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Slave,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.