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 India and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.