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 Grenada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.