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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.