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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.