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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.