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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.