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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the rock 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.