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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.