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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.