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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.