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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.