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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.