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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.