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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Radiohead to the grunge 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.