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 Australia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Oneida to the grunge 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Crime,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.