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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.