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 Russia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 güiro 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.