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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Nas,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.