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 Algeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.