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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.