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 Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Lindisfarne to the rock 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.