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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Trojans to the punk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.