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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.