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 India and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.