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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.