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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.