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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.