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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.