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 Spain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Panda Bear to the grime 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.