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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.