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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.