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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.