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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.