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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.