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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Knickerbockers to the disco 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Charles Mingus 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?
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.