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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Nico,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.