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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.