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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.