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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.