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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Urselle,
UT,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.