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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.