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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
MC5,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.