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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.