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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.