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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
the Human League,
Pole,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.