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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.