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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Wings,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.