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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 organ 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.