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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.