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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.