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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.