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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.