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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Magma to the grime 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.