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 Germany and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the jazz 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.