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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.