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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
The Names,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.