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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.