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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.