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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Icehouse to the disco 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Can,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Section 25,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.