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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.