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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Seeds to the jazz 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.