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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Q and Not U to the crunk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.