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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Swell Maps 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.