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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the funk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
UT,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.