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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.