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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.