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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.