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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Television,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.