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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shadows of Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Swans,
ABC,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.