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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.