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 Romania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Ossler,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.