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 South Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.