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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.