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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-101 to the jazz 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti 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 jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
AZ,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.