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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 D'Angelo to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.