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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 techno 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.