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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Interpol to the rap 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.