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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Agitation Free to the rap 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.