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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
UT,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Technova,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.