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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.