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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roxy Music to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.