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 Niger and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Gong,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.