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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Moody Blues 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.