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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.