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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skaos to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.