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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.