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 Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.