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 Marshall Islands 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.