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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.