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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Model 500,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.