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 New Zealand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Funky Four + One to the techno 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Technova,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.