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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
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.