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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.