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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Golliwogs to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.