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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.