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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Roxy Music to the punk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.