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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the rock 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.