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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.