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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
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.