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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mad Mike to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.