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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.