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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Monks,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.