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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.