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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Neu!,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Franke,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.