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 France and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Simply Red to the jazz 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.