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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.