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 the UAE and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the rock 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.