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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.