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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Ohio Players 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Franke,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.