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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.