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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.