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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.