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 Zambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Sound to the disco 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Q65,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Smog,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.