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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Pole,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.