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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the grime 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.