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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the jazz 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.