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 Korea North and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.