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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.