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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Nirvana to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Japan,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.