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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.