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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.