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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.