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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
The Victims,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.