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 Macedonia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.