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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.