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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.