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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.