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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.