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 Angola and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.