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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 marimba 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 a-ha to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.