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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.