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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 Robert Hood to the rap 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.