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 Angola and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.