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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.