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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.