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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Japan,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.