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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.